The First Story

Sitting on the lap of a dead man’s dreams

I learned that when you sit you cry

So I stood and damn nearly died

With the thoughts my father embraced

He drew lines across his own face

I wrote my name with those lines

And when he died he took my name, and I became

A reflection of something I can no longer remember

Damaged retina grey

Dead light

A thread caught by the dust

The shadow cast by the vapor of a drop

One second of silence

A star in another universe never to be seen

The backward words in a mirror

The amnesia in dreams

I was where he and no one would ever be

Who would ever come to know me?

Real pain is being leveled all the way down to the very first story

The story that says just stand and walk

My evolution may have ended but my survival has just begun.

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